Relying on sound to locate the source, he had already locked onto the sniper rifle that had just fired a sneak shot at him and wounded Harrison Lucas.
The man was on the hillside, lying prone on a slope covered by dense forest.
Just right—the distance from that slope to where Ben Lucas was standing was exactly the maximum range of the assault rifle in his hands.
The man raised his gun, took aim, and in the brief gap while the other side finished a shot and was changing rounds, he put a bullet through the man's head.
After dealing with the one who'd injured Harrison Lucas, the scarlet in Ben Lucas's eyes receded a little, but when he lowered his head and saw Harrison Lucas's special forces combat uniform dyed red with blood, the darkness in his black pupils was once again overlaid with scarlet.
"Major General, we have to move, their firepower's too strong… if we don't go now it'll be too late." someone urged.
